Scoffing immediately after Sandi left, Tommy did the ghostly thing and just sorta... disappeared, reappearing right in front of Mrs. Bennetts laid back, bungalow style home. Oh, how he dreaded going in there, the cute fixtures and fully animated doll town [complete with train tracks - managed by Herbert] made him feel a feeling of agitation. The Bennetts were, the most, without a doubt, old fashioned couple he had ever met.

Staring at the door he decided whether or not to enter. He knew they'd be home but barging in on someone was so... Shrugging he walked right through the door and glanced around - being greeted by a smiling halloween village set up, "Mrs. B?" He called out, "Uhh, we have a problem."

After finally making it home, Sandi Griffin opened the door and immediately started to head for the bathroom. She had to wash up - she didn't even want her mom to see her. Hell, she didn't even want her brothers or father to see her, and her brothers rolled around in dirt at least once a week. Exasperated, she looked up the stairs, it seemed quiet enough in the house - no one would catch her entering and then when she was clean she'd go and-

"Sandi! There was a monster fight outside last night!" Sam ran in, "We were on the news and Chris took a picture! You missed it!" As he blabbed, Chris came in too with a bag of chips, heading for the TV, "We were on the TV this morning! On the news!" He said again.

Irritated at her brother's lack of sympathy and then sudden entitlement as 'monster' she turned around to face her brother, "Sam." She scratched her arm, unaware that her nails were currently as ragged and sharp as knives, "Monsters simply don't exist. It was probably just those bears that killed Scotty." She folded her arms now, blood trickling down her arm, "You'd have to be a-"

"I've got the picture here to prove it!" Chris interupted as he ran over from the couch with the photo, "See?" He held up his arm, shoving the picture in her face, "Look! Monsters!"

Ripping the picture from his hand, Sandi glanced at it, "Those aren't monsters." She tossed the picture at her youngest brother, "Okay?" She had stopped bleeding but the blood was all over her arms, "When you are my age, you'll understand that these fairy tale creatures do not exist."

Sam and Chris looked at eachother, then at Sandi, then at the blood that had been dripping down her arm, "You're bleeding." Chris pointed to her arm, "Cool!" He laughed, running back to the table to grab the camera, "Say 'Cheese'!" He was talking to the arm and snapped a picture of her bleeding arm.

"Gee, you took one picture of some werewolves and now you think you're some star photographer or something." She scowled, "Quit dreaming."

Chris and Sam looked at eachother then back at their older sister. They may have been Griffins but that didn't mean that were stupid - in fact, on the contrary, it just meant they were rude and somewhat hyper, they were actually, aside from Sandi, a very intelligent family. "I thought you said werewolves didn't exist..." He replied in defense of his brother, "You said they were make-believe..."

"Yeah!" Chris continued, beaming with victory, "I bet a werewolf killed your boyfriend!" He referred to Scotty and his untimely mutilation. "I bet you're a werewolf!" He looked at his older sister, then his brother, then back at his sister.

Sam blinked a few times, "Hey... that'd make sense..." He remembered back to the animal attack she sustained a few months before.

"No it wouldn't." Sandi scowled, immediately heading up the stairs. This meeting of the Griffin siblings was adjourned, so she hoped. "Werewolves don't exist and even if they did, I wouldn't be one. If anything, Quinn would be one - so go bug her or something."

"Hellloooooo?" Tommy walked through the house, the silence and ceramic figurines making his extraterestrial skin crawl with unfathomable uncomfortableness, "Mrs. Bennett?" He hated being here, he really did. Everytime he even thought about her house felt like losing by a touchdown - it was one of the worst feelings ever, "Diane?"

Out from the shadows walked the middle aged figure of a man in a police uniform, carrying what appeared to be a giant box, "We've got ourselves a situation, Sherman." He dropped the box on the floor and began to dig through it, "Diane's in the basement digging up what we can, but this is beyond a doubt-"

"Mr. Bennett." He replied to the man who just came in, "We're all kinda screwed at the moment, I mean, even Tommy Sherman might be in danger, but right now, Ms-"

Up the stairs came Mrs. Bennett with a box of Lil' Wee-Bits, "I'm sure the dealer will take these plus $350 for the Polar Pumpkins, don't you think?" She set the box down, having not yet noticed the dead cocky football player in the house. "Herbie, before you go to work, tell me if you want any of these duplicates, okay?" She smiled, pulling a few out, "It's always good to stimulate the economy..." Yes, she even talked like that out of the work place, "So let's help the poor dealer out, okay?"

Herbert, who had noticed Tommy, after listening to his wife turned back to him, "Now, what was it that you were saying?" He looked at the ghost intently as Diane looked too, awkwardly embarassed she didn't see the guest, "We're in a situation ourselves, actually. We have located one of the last promotional series of Lil' Wee-Bits...and-"

"Ms. B's been arrested!" He tried to communicate, "By the state. We were at that diner and they just came in and took her. She was talking to Fashion girl about something when Tommy Sherman tried to tell them that Doctor's onto me."

Mrs. Bennett put her hand to her mouth in an 'oh my' fashion and then looked at her husband for advice. Looking back at them both with a concerned look he nodded, trying to figure the situation out, "Where's uh..." Herbert blinked a few times, trying to remember Sandi's name, "Fashion girl now?"

"Sandi, dear." Mrs. Bennett replied quietly to him, "Is she okay?" Her eyes went to Tommy as she worried, "Are both of them okay?"

"They shot up Ms. B but she said they weren't silver... Fashion girl's at her house showering or something. Refused to come with me without a shower." He shrugged, "Girls."

She had two options. Let them keep her or escape like mad. They weren't going to go easy on her, not after she assaulted the guard back. Damn men, always trying to play it tough, always trying to act like big guys when they were just little scum. Keeping her eyes shut in the ambulance she played injured, despite in a very painful way the bullets had already begun to heal into her skin. If she didn't remove the bullets fast, she'd have to suffer an entire month or even longer with them embeded in her skin.

"She's stopped bleeding." A paramedic said as he shook his head, treating a wound on her chest, "It's a miracle, really." He was near shocked as he put some gauze on the wound and began to treat her arm, which too had stopped bleeding.

...and why a MALE paramedic? There were female paramedics out there. Was she just so unlucky to be stuck with a man to treat her wounds? And while he was treating her wounds, what else was he looking at... more than just her injuries no doubt - sexist male pigs and their damn brains always being in their dicks.

"Her hip is near healed too!" A female paramedic spoke up - finally, "This woman has an incredible healing speed, it's like something I've never seen before. These bullets need to get removed as fast as they can."

Oh, there was a female there. Well that's respectful. Hopefully she isn't being bossed around by her goody two balled partner while she has to sit in the back, scrubbing the blood off the ambulance floor. Try cleaning for yourself for once you filthy man.

"They shot her?" Mr. Bennett shook his head and started to head out the door, his mind racing. He knew what was going on. He was certain this was beyond a set up. "Diane, hold on the fort while I'm gone. I'll call you if something happens." Glancing at Tommy he nodded, "Sherman, you're with me. We protect our own."

Nodding, Mrs. Bennett put down a few stray Wee-Bits she was holding and started to prepare for the worst case scenario. Picking up a few wooden cases and placing them on the table.

Inside the car, Herbert Bennett and Tommy Sherman [who could for some possibility sit in the passenger's seat] started driving quickly for the hospital, the police car sirens blaring, as this was an emergency. "Dammit. How could this happen?" He thought to himself, "After all these years..."

"What do you mean?" Tommy asked, wondering just what was going on, "What was Ms. Barch arrested for...? Killing men or something?" He laughed to himself although this really wasn't the time for jokes, "She has probl-"

"She killed her parents." He replied, continuing to drive towards the hospital, "It was an accident but that's just life. Someone must've found out it was her but..." He wasn't sure how to understand it yet, "Thought it's almost as if that person's been watching her."

"You mean?" Tommy thought to himself, "Look, so far most people know, we don't exist, right? So how can they pin a rabid animal mauling on Ms. B? Makes no sense to Tommy Sherman, and Tommy Sherman knows a lot about current events." He did spend at least 5 hours a day watch TV, probably more. Not much a ghost can do.

Herbert nodded, "The doctor I asked you to keep an eye on... Michael Marz." He pulled into the hospital parking lot and immediately got out of the car. "Find Janet. I'll go find Doctor Marz."

Ms. Barch, after a lot of hustle and bustle, finally had ended up in a surgical room with doctors ready to extract the bullets. They washed their hands, put on their gloves, made sure everything was sanatized and prepared to take a look at the damage... but to their surprise, the wounds had healed over, leaving bumps and scars where the bullets were. Blood still laid on her skin but proved nothing more but a stain now.

"They're completely healed..." A female doctor said, which put a slight smile on Janet Barch's face, "This is... Dr. Marz..." She said, pointing to the paitent, "It's just like... that paitent from a few months ago."

A hauntingly familiar voice filled Barch's ears and she felt more than shocked for a moment as she laid still, listening to the doctor speak, "So it's come to this..." He felt proud, a feeling pride no man could ever feel. It was as if he had just caught the biggest fish... ever... a werewolf sized fish. "It's been way, way too long..." Moving his hand into his pocket he pulled out a gun and held it into the air, "Everyone get the fuck out of here now!" His mood had certainly changed. "Or I'll kill her, I'll kill you. I'll blow up this damn hospital!" He shouted as he grabbed Ms. Barch's throat.

Immediately opening her eyes to see the commotion, she tried to sit up, but was immediately held back down by arm restraints the paramedics had put on her while she was 'unconcious'. Her eyes caught the doctor. His familiar face, it'd changed over time but... she seemed to instantly recognize him. Her heart began to beat. She had to get out of there. She didn't want to see him. Memories began to fill through her mind as tears fell from her eyes, the hard, man-hating ego quickly falling to pieces at the sight of Doctor Marz.

Sandi looked in the mirror and continued to brush her hair. Post-shower time was always the most fun. Her nails were more malliable, so she could easily trim them with wire cutters, and her hair could be blow dried and primed to perfection. Plus she was able to wax off all that disgusting... body hair...

"Uhh..." Then she noticed them. The scars from when her father had shot her the night before. On her chest it was most evident... but the one on her arm didn't look very appealing either. "Geez... How am I going to become a model with all these scars?" She commented quietly to herself as she finished with her hair and started for her bedroom, "I mean..." She started to think about the night before again, the terrible, horrible thoughts of her body changing and- "Well, I am glad that doesn't happen very often." She said outloud to herself, "I should bite Quinn or something." She mumbled as she stepped into her room, completely unaware that she was being listened in on.

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"I-I-I." She couldn't get the words to come from her mouth. Everything she said came out garbled, in tears, "Michael, I." It was an accident. The whole damn thing was an accident. She left Stockton because of him. She left her life because the very glimpse of his terrified face made her soul break. The memories she had left him with made living every day an inevitable Hell.

He scoffed, locking and shutting the door, "What? WHAT?" He pointed the gun at her, "I know all about your little secret, Janet." He shook with emotion and terror as he watched her cry, "I know ALL about it, and you know what else?" He laughed, "It's the end of the line for you. It's over. You're-"

"Mikey! It was an accident." She pleaded, almost certain that the bullets in the gun were silver.

Tommy ran through the hospital at an incredible pace, running through people, walls, and even rooms in search of his ex-science teacher. Unfortunately hospitals were not the most peaceful place for ghosts to go, as they were often very haunted, filled to the brim with lost souls, wondering what was happening and where they were.

"I've been waiting for a motor-cycle accident stud like you to show up..." A girl intercepted Tommy, her beautiful figure immediately distracting and enticing him, "Been gone long?" She asked him, stepping closer to him, putting her hand on his shoulder.

Tommy was enthralled and instantly replied, trying to show off his better side, "'bout three years." He moved his hand through his hair, "Star quarterback at Lawndale High... Tommy Sherman... What's a girl like you doing sitting around a dump like this?"

She blinked, "Football player?" Rolling her eyes she stepped back, "Wait, you're not that idiot who got crushed by a goal post three years ago, are you?" Laughing she dispersed to the next floor mentioning something about how lame of a death that was.

"She said she wants to bite Quinn!" Chris looked at his brother, "Vampires bite! We've got to warn Quinn that Sandi wants to bite her!" He leaned in closer to the closed door, "Quinn can't die!"

Sam blinked, "Sandi's not a vampire, she's a werewolf, we just need proof..." He tried to portray his idea, "I bet one of these werewolves was her... If we can get proof..."

Chris thought for a moment, "She has been waxing her legs a lot..." He randomly commented.

"Why would you know that!"

"I overheard mom talking about it."

"Sandi has hairy legs?" Sam snickered out loud, "We should tell Quinn!"

"We should show Quinn..." He pointed to the camera he had around his neck.

Inside the room, Sandi stared at several letters she had received from colleges she applied to, her mind once again far from the Ms. Barch situation. Everything was becoming way too weird for her. What, with her Economics teacher being a vampire, her science teacher being a werewolf, and that jerk Tommy Sherman being a ghost... her life was too messed up to think about anything. Well, anything except herself.

Opening the letters on her desk she found she had only been accepted into Lawndale State - the college her mom had wanted her to go to and the one Stacy was going to. Great. College with Stacy. She felt sarcastic about it for a minute but she knew she couldn't last a week without the poor, convoluted pig-tailed girl. "I guess that's okay." She put the letter back on her desk and began to work on her nails.

Trying to shrug off being ditched like that, but completely unable to, Tommy Sherman immediately followed after the hot ghost with all the certainty to prove her wrong - that Tommy Sherman wasn't a loser, that he might've died a pretty lame death but he was NOT a loser. "Tommy Sherman might've gone the wrong way but..." He was completely distracted from his key objective now, "That doesn't stop him from being anymore of a hero - if you know what he means..."

Tommy hadn't yet realized that he had fallen into a trap. This girl was only there for one reason, to distract the poor, fallen football player from reaching Dr. Marz and Janet Barch before he could kill her. Kristen Lowless, a.k.a. Dr. Marz' first cousin, was a phenomenal actress both before and after her death. At age 24 she was in a horrible car accident which left her lifeless... but not gone. "Stubborn, aren't we?" She giggled, poking him in the chest, "Come on - You were killed by a GOAL POST." She laughed.

Doctor Michael Marz laughed, "Why did you even come home from school if you knew you were this..." He waved his arms around like a mad man as his captive werewolf laid somewhat helplessly on the bed, "...this animal!"

She couldn't stop it. She wanted out of there. She wanted to get away from /him/, from the hospital, from the WORLD, "If I knew I'd never have come home." She tried again to rip herself from the restraints holding her down, this time actually ripping one off, "I left Stockton because of you and the guilt, the remorse..." She yanked her other arm free, "You've got to understand... I couldn't control it."

Pointing the gun directly at her, he laughed, "Reason, reason, reason. Is that why you went into Science? I don't care. I want revenge, Janet. You ruined my life."

"I know." She conceded the fight, there was no point in arguing or fighting back. One shot from a silver bullet would be enough to end her life in the most painful way she could ever imagine. "I'm sorry." She sighed, trying to get comfortable before he blew her brains out, "I'll always love you, Mikey."

He scoffed, shaking those words off as if they were rain water. Despite they held some impact, he wanted her to die. Then, he'd die. Together with someone he had longed to see for twenty-five years. The only person he knew whom saw his parents alive the same night he did.

The lights in the room began to flicker as the electrical equipment began to spark. Breaking down and fizzing out. Unfortunately for Dr. Marz, his cousin Kristen wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box. Ya see, when two ghosts start getting intimate, they can generate a lot of energy, and these two ghosts just happened to be right on the floor above Ms. Barch and Dr. Marz.

"What is going-" Marz' words were cut off by the loud banging of a machine crashing behind him. Bending down to protect himself he lost sight of Janet Barch.

Now was her chance to bolt. Her arms were free and although her body was sore she had enough energy to get the Hell out of there and figure out how to handle the situation of her brother, Michael. While she had the chance, she got up and glanced back at her brother, tears forming in her eyes. She knew she'd have to see him again but hopefully next time she'll be more prepared.

Running down the hallway, trying to find Dr. Marz, Herbert Bennett, shuddered, glancing around. The smells of blood in the emergency ward was driving him mad, and although he had been clean from 'live-blood' [a.n. drinking blood from humans who are still alive] for nearly fifty years, the smells were still so sickeningly tempting for him. "Janet!" He tried to find her, trying to track her through the putrid werewolf smell she carried but...

"Ah!" A female doctor stopped Herbert in the hallway, "You're a police officer, right?" She smiled sweetly, completely aware of what was going on, "My names Melissa Jel..." She put out her hand, "Have we met before?"

Sandi laid back on her bed after having waxed her legs, fixed her nails, brushed her hair, put on some make up, and gotten dressed. In a few moments she'd head on over to the hospital to make sure her science teacher was okay - not that she wouldn't be okay, she wasn't shot with silver or anything and it's not like doctors knew werewolves existed, right? So everything would be fine, so far she knew - so a hurry was out of the question.

Chris and Sam moved a bit outside the hallway, loud enough now for Sandi to hear it, "Uhh." She stood up and went to the door, opening it coldly to find both brothers sitting on the floor, Chris with camera in hand, "What are you idiots doing?" She scowled, looking down at her fellow Griffin family members, "I mean, Gee. Can't a girl have privacy without her stupid brothers getting in the-"

"We know your secret." Chris smiled, wanting a picture to show Quinn, "We're gonna tell Quinn if you don't do what we say."

Sam agreed, "Yeah!"

Sandi thought they were talking about her case of Lycanthropy, something that Quinn... or even ANYONE, especially Quinn couldn't ever find out, "Really?" She said nervously, stepping back into her room, "I can explain." She looked away, "I mean uhm..."

"You have hairy legs!" Chris blurted the secret out, "You have to wax all the time. I heard mom talking about it and Sam did too!"

"You're a freak."

"Sandi's a freak!"

Both brothers laughed at their sister in glee over her situation, mocking her for something so minor to her current problems. Sighing, Sandi scowled, understanding that they didn't know she was a werewolf... yet. "I do not have hairy legs!" She growled back, "Quinn clearly does." She slipped back into her room and shut the door.

Looking at each other in confusion they realized that Sandi might be onto something - maybe Quinn was a werewolf. This was something that needed further investigations.
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